Unmasked (King Morine #4)

40. Stryker

CHAPTER 40

Stryker

A lthough I’ve been busy researching Zayne’s enemies and watching Delaney Warner, I spend as much time as I can watching and talking to Mallory.

I underestimated how much I’d miss her.

Zayne gave me the afternoon off so he could have fun with Delaney. He held up the Michael Myers mask and told me to “go have fun” and that “he would see me at noon tomorrow.”

While Mallory is in class, I’m driving to Stone Ridge University.

I pull up a playlist of nineties songs she loves, cranking the volume while I drive. “If You Could Only See” by Tonic starts playing, and I tap my fingers to the beat and sing along.

Fuck, I can’t wait to see her.

It takes every bit of my willpower to stay hidden as I watch Mallory hurry across campus toward her apartment building. There’s a bounce in her step as she practically jogs through the side entrance of her apartment building .

She got out of class early.

I follow her, smirking as she runs up the steps instead of heading to the elevator.

Pulling up the cameras in her apartment, I take my time going up the stairs, wondering what she plans to do.

I sent her the link so I could watch her. She read it but didn’t click on it.

Instead, she hurries to the bathroom and plugs her curling iron in before running to the bedroom. She strips, then puts on a sexy black lace thong and matching bra.

Returning to the bathroom, she quickly curls her hair and applies makeup.

When she’s finished, she combs her fingers through the curls, then inspects herself one final time before heading to her bedroom.

Fuck .

She’s always gorgeous, but those big, bouncy curls framing her ivory complexion and the eye makeup highlighting her baby blues have my dick practically bursting through my jeans.

But that fucking thong and bra set she’s wearing… I can’t believe my zipper hasn’t blown apart from how hard I am.

I stand at the top of the stairway, watching and waiting.

Mallory props pillows around her and then adjusts her position a few times before she exhales a long sigh. “Please don’t let me look like a damn fool.”

Awe, my girl is nervous . She’d never, ever look like a fool in my eyes .

She clicked on the link I sent her. Her smile widens as soon as she sees my face. “Hey, baby.” Her cheeks pinken from excitement or embarrassment, I’m not sure. But the way her face glows and the shine in her baby blues nearly has me bursting through her damn door and attacking her.

“Hey, little prey. Goddamn.” A long whistle leaves me as I take her in. “You’re fucking beautiful. ”

Her blush deepens, but the smile on her face tells me how much I affect her.

“Thank you. I wanted to look nice for you.”

“You always look gorgeous to me, little prey. But damn, you’re stunning. A masterpiece.”

She blinks rapidly. “Damn it. Don’t make me cry. I’ll ruin my makeup.”

Oh, your makeup is gonna be ruined soon, sweetheart. Cross my fucking heart.

I wink at her. “I’m just being honest, little prey. You okay?” She keeps fidgeting and toying with a thread on the blanket.

“A little nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

“Relax, gorgeous. Nothing to be nervous about. You’re gonna be perfect.”

She nods, exhaling a breath. “So, um… What do I do?”

“Pull those beautiful titties from your bra and pinch your nipples for me.”

She complies, and I groan aloud as soon as I see her dusty pink nipples, nice and hard for me. She pinches them, a moan slipping from her lips.

“That’s it. Keep playing with them.” I wish I could stroke my dick . Instead, I adjust myself, ensuring no one is coming up the stairwell. “I’d love to suck on them and make you squeal.”

She moans again, her legs falling open.

I moan. “Take your thong off, little prey. I need to see that wet pussy.”

She whimpers before arching her hips, pulling the thong down her silky thighs. I’m sweating, my body overheating, as the desire pumps through my veins.

“Spread them wide. Oh, fuck. Look at the way you glisten for me.”

“Stryker.” My name is a needy plea falling from her lips.

“Mmm, baby. Touch your clit while you play with one of your nipples. That’s it. Such a good fucking girl,” I pant. “So wet and needy.”

Her head rolls on the mattress. “God, your voice. So fucking deep and seductive.” She licks her lips, and I groan, my head falling against the cement stairway wall.

“That’s it, my good girl. Now, put two fingers inside yourself.”

I moan when she complies, torturing myself to fucking death. “Now, pull out your fingers. Show me how wet you are.”

Strangled curses leave my lips when I see the wetness glistening on her fingers. Sweat trickles down my back, and my chest heaves from my ragged breaths.

“Stick your toy inside you, baby. Pretend it’s me fucking you. Show me how you want me to fuck you.”

She spreads her legs wider and then teases the tip of the vibrator against her clit. I exit the stairwell, my hands shaking as I grab her ID from my pocket.

She shoves the vibrator inside, moaning my name, and I’m fucking done.

I enter her apartment and move toward her. I mute the sound on the video, preferring to hear the real thing.

Mallory is lost in ecstasy. Her eyes are closed, and her head is thrown back as she slides the vibrator in and out of her pussy, calling my name.

I stand over her, and she’s still oblivious.

My beautiful little prey is in for a surprise. I’m gonna devour her.